SMUT.....I'm a corrupted lawyer not by choice but, by compulsion. I'm dealing with a rape case...the case forces me inside a forced marriage with a dominant MLA of Uttarpardesh.
Tajveer singh rathore is remarked as the most cruel man of U...
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Rudrangi's POV
Few years Later:
"Meera!" I shouted, while making her breakfast.
She's only five, and she's trying to feed herself, but most of the food is ending up on her face. I can't help but smile.
Tajveer is so patient, wiping her cheek every time she misses her mouth. He's humming a lullaby under his breath, guiding her little hand back to the bowl.
Mera giggles, her face smeared with food. Tajveer grins and says, "Come on, princess, let's try again."
I walk over and kneel beside them. "How's it going?" I ask, glancing at Meera.
Tajveer looks up at me with that playful smile. "She's stubborn, just like her mama."
I laugh, brushing Meera's hair back. "Oh really?"
"It's fucking difficult to feed a 2 years old and specially when the genes inside her blood is of Tajveer's ancestors." I whispered to myself, while Tajveer was playing with Meera.
"Did you say something Mia Cara?" he gave me a look.
Fuck! why this guy is blessed with such a good hearing.
"Mom you know I'm going to kiss a boy.. His name is Jay." she giggled.
What the fuck she just said?
He's different now, the leader of an empire, feared and respected—a man whose name alone sends chills down the spines of those who hear it. But right now, he's just a father hearing his little girl talk about boys.
"What?" Tajveer shouted in the air. But, I gave him a sign to control his tone.
We already decided to be the best parents for our daughter, i myself never got the good parenting but, i always want our daughter to know what exactly the word Parenting means.
"What are you saying my princess? Whom are you going to kiss?" Tajveer tried to talk in a smooth voice while controlling his urge to shout. he was kinda looking funny.
"I'm going to kiss a Boy in my class, daddy." she smiled at us while playing with her Car.
Offc, she is my daughter...and my daughter got my genes and the love for cars is inbuilt inside our blood.
"Deepak!" Tajveer growled.
"What happened?" i asked him. but, before he could answer my question. Deepak interrupted with "Yes Jija ji?"
"We our heading straight towards Meera's school...take all our cars and weapons, we need to have a important talk." He ordered.
"Where are you going?" I ask, stepping in front of him.
He raises an eyebrow, his jaw tight. "To Mera's school."
"To do what, exactly?" I say, crossing my arms, trying to hold his gaze.
"To have a little talk with this 'Jay,'" he replies, his tone calm, but I can see that familiar edge. "Nobody gets close to my daughter like that. Not at five years old."
"Talk, huh?" I scoff, stepping closer to him, determined. "Tajveer, he's just a kid! Mera barely even knows what a kiss means. And what exactly do you plan to do—scare him half to death?"
He pauses, the hardness in his face softening just a bit. "I just...want to make sure he understands his boundaries," he says, though I can tell there's more on his mind.
I reach out, holding his hand firmly. "Our daughter's going to grow up, Tajveer. We can't go around threatening every boy who looks at her."
He lets out a sigh, pulling me into his arms. "I know," he mutters against my hair. "But she's my little girl."
I smile, squeezing him tightly. "Then let's teach her to be strong, to choose wisely, instead of making her afraid to tell us anything."
After a long pause, he nods, his body finally relaxing. "Fine. But if he does anything—anything—"
I laugh, shaking my head. "One step at a time, Papa Bear."
With that, I manage to keep Tajveer from storming the school, and he finally puts the keys down, letting go of that deadly intent—at least for now.
Now The MP of Uttarpardesh is a father.
"Why do u even wana kiss him?" I turn to Meera with a smile.
"Mom he said I love you to me!" he laughed.
"I'll kill him."Tajveer snorted.
I gave me a look to clam down and again turned towards Meera.
"Do you love him?" i asked her.
She looked confused but, after thinking for 2 minutes she said "No! i don't love him."
Tajveer took a breath of relief and said "looks like my gun saved a bullet!"
"Then why you want to kiss him?" I asked her.
She came to me and sat on my laps and said "Because When papa says I love you...you always give him a kiss."
I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, but I can't hold it in. A laugh escapes me, and soon enough, Tajveer is chuckling, too, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Oh, Mera," he says, pulling her into a hug. "That's very sweet of you, but maybe let's keep the kisses just for family for now, okay?"
She nods, clearly relieved. "Okay, Papa! That's easy."
We all end up laughing, and in that moment, everything feels light and right again. Tajveer might be the most feared man outside this house, but here, he's just a dad, sharing a laugh with his little girl.
